Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Oh Well, artist - Lil Dicky. Album song Professional Rapper, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 30.07.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Commission, David Burd
Song language: English
Oh Well |
Oh well, I’m ignorant |
But not to the fact that I’m ignorant, of course |
I know that, I’m indifferent |
I don’t care to know what I don’t |
I don’t care 'til I’m coming home |
And my dad tell me some shit about when he my age, he was doing shit |
Protesting about something that I forget currently |
But that’s not the point, the point is |
To my pot, the boy is in the crowd devoid of giving a fuck |
I would call his bluff but I’ve been thinking 'bout it |
And shit, he ain’t wrong, though |
I don’t vote but I think I did at prom, though |
I don’t know about a world if it’s not home |
I don’t even know the first thing about what Obama do |
I’m better off telling y’all what Lebron been doing |
I don’t even know what my mom been doing |
I hit her up every Sunday |
And we talk, but the call’s going one way |
In the dark, if it’s not what I’m doing |
Never been aware from the start, but I knew it |
I don’t even care how my tech work |
If the shit work, put it there, turn it on, we can do it |
Funny thing is I could look it all up today |
Constructive way to buck behavior Dave hate |
And placate the debate within my brain waves |
But the shows I watch all start at 8 so |
Oh well |
It’s the season finale, so… |
Oh well |
I kind of have to watch live, people are gonna tweet about it |
Oh well |
But I’m aware of all this stuff, I’ll figure it out |
Oh well |
I do care when my phone’s dying |
Like, when that shit’s red and I can’t text |
And I can’t check what my fans said |
I get mad stressed |
Laying in the bed but I can’t rest |
Till my gram checked, wish I cared less |
Leave it at the crib, I’m a damn mess |
I should stop for a day, wanna try that shit |
Drifting away, I wanna ride that ship |
Dinner on the table but I’m unable to be tasteful |
Underneath, I’m a like that pic |
Watching the show on a phone, filming Coachella on phones |
Hoping I capture the moment so I could post it |
Don’t live in the moment, hoping I’m still in control |
But I’m praying I’m not alone |
All the fans say I’m great at talking to 'em |
They don’t even understand I am not the man |
I just can’t go a day with being alone |
When I’m with friends, though, why the fuck am I still on my phone? |
Wishing I could look this shit up on Chrome |
Wishing I could take a second to stop and reflect it |
But someone just texted me |
Oh well |
It’s actually like an important text |
Oh well |
I’m trying to solve, like, logistical issues |
Oh well |
It’s time sensitive is what I’m trying to say |
Oh well |
I was gonna do a line, but I sneezed |
I was gonna smoke, but I need weed |
I just wanna roll up and then leave |
But everyone keeps on talking to me |
Like «How's Mike Will? |
You know Rae Sremm? |
I like «No Type"but I really hate them» |
Like I asked for your opinion when I barely even know what day it is |
I’m passed through and through on loans and my rent |
But I just bought new J’s and shit |
Going way fast on a one way road with the window down tryna wave at them |
My mom says I should go back to classes |
But I’m in the strip club and I’m clapping asses |
And my bitch look like Jacqueline Onassis |
But she lies a lot and can’t kick the habit |
I’ve tried to stop giving passes to those who front it cause that’s living |
backwards |
And they give two cents when I ain’t even ask them |
Treat them like exams and I need to pass them |
I’m twitching dutches, I don’t do the backwoods |
But this gas station don’t carry those |
And I’m tryna smoke, man, how traffic |
Here’s a 20 and some change, man, you can have it like |
No |
Oh well |
Oh well |
Oh well |